[Intro]
(Inaudible)

[Verse 1]
(Yah!) I got demons in my closet
I got dreams up in my pocket
Hostile fiends up in the jungle like, (woo!)
Bitch I never had it easy
I'm so over and busy
I'm wildin' like Hovah and Yeezy like, (yah!)
From a zero to a hunnid
Hero from a target
Sleep on me I put a pillow in your casket
Make sure my granny is safe in heaven
I'm going toe to toe with the devil
Boy I was running with the Trizzers at the bottom of the deck (woo!)
Like, "Do you remember?"
You was always telling me I'm never gonna run this bitch
Nah, of course you remember
Look, I remember granny at the table
Tryna feed me she wasn't able
I had to hustle and handle my shit and now she' with angels
I'm Picasso in the booth
I paint a picture so vivid you would miss a caption
It's fitting in a gable
My horses in a stable
I put the Bishop in a [?] of blood
You have the king in the corner, let's take the winning
Creation of perdition is mission enough
Fill the graves we dug cause we surely make a motherfucken killing

[Refrain 1]
I'm like Diddy when he rose
Always been underground but they dig me like the City of the Gold
I'm with it because I devoted
My soul to it
I'm Jiggy with the flow
Admit it I'm a GOAT
May'suka ay'jiki way it go like, (skrt skrt skrt)

[Verse 2]
S'dabuk' eMpumalanga, k'dala s'phusha s'phanda, s'vuka s'lala
K'shuba ng'namaKruger baba
S'hlezi s'spana, k'phuma k'shon' ilanga
Ng'pheth' izinja zam
Az'khonkothi z'yaluma
Fuck a speaker, nathi s'fun' uk'dum'
I'm Periega Alter Mind, GOAT Prodigy
I'm the sole nominee
Of the culture, man they say they got the keys
Very funny
I left them all struggling in the locker
I got hella mad kicks : Chris Tucker
And my bitch is like Skye Emily
Ass like Candy Lee
I could start a new whole family, the way I got enemies
Them is not a friend of me
I'm crying 2Pac tears like I grew up on Hennessy
I'm more like Brown Dash with a Zola attitude
We done put the game together now they owe us gratitude
I'm above the amplitude
A ghetto icon : unapologetic attitude
Coming for the game cause I been ready to

[Hook]
Yah, started at the bottom of the deck
Uh, tryna get the money with the homies on the tracks
Now these n***as tryna hold just I'm back
Why you motherfuckers never wanna see a n***a win?

[Chorus 1]
(Hold up bitch, wait a minute)
Why you motherfuckers never wanna see a n***a win?
(Why you motherfuckers never wanna see a n***a win?)
Why you motherfuckers never wanna see a n***a win?

[Chorus 2]
I got confessions
Confessions
Confessions
Confessions
Confessions
I got confessions
Confessions
Confessions
Confessions
Confessions

[Verse 3]
I was running with the Trizzers at the bottom of the deck
Like, "Do you remember?"
You was always telling me I'm never gonna run this bitch
Mxah, nah of course you remember
Look, I remember momma in a coffin
I was shattered and it harboured, I was broken
And my life is nothing less than a devil
Wearing Prada with devotion
Climb the ladder till it's broken
With a skill that makes your fucking team take cover when I'm scoping
I'm Mufasa with a motion
Living greatness in the country
Nothing like me boy I'm just killing the game
Put you on a fucking wave 'cause I'm simply in-phase
And you finna weigh my fucking options when I'm tipping the scale?

[Refrain 2]
Boy, I'm a hippie with a goal
The realest Born Sinner like I'm Biggie and I'm Cole
And imma get it till it kills me when I'm old
Fuck you don't believe in me I'm cold
I'm speeding because may'suka ay'jiki way it go like (skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr)

[Verse 4]
'Til I'm falling off the wheel
I put my all in what I dream, this is my calling I was picked and chosen out
Hip Hop is dawning when I spit
I run the game and they're simply stalling in defeat
I'm Jordan with the leap
A pro'lem in the streets
Yeah, I'm like Prodlem with the beats and I stay mobbing with the clique
You can't afford to fuck with me, let alone think about it
I'm the topic your favorite is scared to raise or ever pick
Boy I'm 2415, 663
Ain't no weakling around me, only real n***as mix with me
I drop the hardest ill sixteens
I don't fit with anything I'm SYRE, real MSFIT
Since a 6 lil kid I represented
To rap I was embedded with my DNA
Success is where we headed
I'm back and where the work at?
My back against you fagots and you ratchets
I'm a king, a living legend, yeah I said that

[Verse 5]
Wait, did I ? Need I ?
N***a everything you think you are
Me is and neither what you is
My heart is cold, I let you touch it then I watch you freeze
I got the pack on my back like Alpha Hart Lewis
I grind to live
Focus my mind on what I seek and want to keep
My heart is bleak and very purple like the lean [?] sip
My jeans are dirty like the mind
We split the feddy on the grind
The Jam is early, where Twasa at with the bread, huh?

[Outro]
Where the bread at?
N***a where the bread at?
Huh? Where the bread at? Huh?
Where the motherfucken bread at huh?
Give me my bread. I need that shit